Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Self Made , by - Cdot Honcho. Release date: 01.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Self Made |
| Ayy, I said I love you I lied, me and money allied |
| Smoking gas can’t lift a eyelid, pull up, Hellcat, demons outside |
| VVSs stinging your eye, I know it ain’t safe, tennis shoes over 1K |
| I really don’t rock 'em, my bitch say my shit go to waste |
| Karats so watery, she tryna cover me, tryna keep up with me, keep up the pace |
| Riding with a yellow bitch, I couldn’t pass on her, she got a ass, |
| but I couldn’t find a waist |
| I just left Chase, I’m grinning ear to ear, I got them racks on me, |
| finna go play |
| Remember I tried to save up 20K, did it and bought me a SRT8 |
| I had the fastest car on the whole block, somehow I got the function too late |
| Yellowbone bitch and she going both ways, took her, you ain’t seen your ho in |
| four days |
| Ayy, self made nigga, you witnessing, flooded my neck ain’t no fishes in it |
| Two-door, stuffing six bitches in, feet on they neck, I ain’t lifting my shit |
| Just left the bank, almost left with my cashier, took a dub out, |
| finna shop or whatever |
| Took my ho out, finna buy her whatever, whoever she left, she ain’t going back |
| ever |
| Self made nigga, you witnessing, flooded my neck ain’t no fishes in it |
| Two-door, stuffing six bitches in, feet on they neck, I ain’t lifting my shit |
| Just left the bank, almost left with my cashier, took a dub out, |
| finna shop or whatever |
| Took my ho out, finna buy her whatever, whoever she left, she ain’t going back |
| ever |
| Took her away, she ain’t going back over there, designer lover down to my |
| underwear |
| Dripping you too, ain’t no lil boys over here, three iPhones, no Androids over |
| here |
| Downtown crib, yeah, Lakeshore over there, ex-nigga mad we get cake more over |
| here |
| Better pipe down, we slide doors over here, new ice too, all rose gold over |
| there |
| We can go far if you stop fronting, guarantee you limp when I’m done pumping |
| Might be tripping, I can’t hear nothing, you’ll be surprised what we got in |
| common |
| Fell out the sky, baby, I’m a comet, i’m a hero and a villain, I’ma need a comic |
| Smoking out the pound, everything exotic, never go broke, shit, I made a promise |
| Say she wanna put my dick in her pocket, have you upside down getting nauseous |
| Godly shit, come and be a goddess, no rap cap, I’m just being honest |
| Ayy, self made nigga, you witnessing, flooded my neck ain’t no fishes in it |
| Two-door, stuffing six bitches in, feet on they neck, I ain’t lifting my shit |
| Just left the bank, almost left with my cashier, took a dub out, |
| finna shop or whatever |
| Took my ho out, finna buy her whatever, whoever she left, she ain’t going back |
| ever |
| Self made nigga, you witnessing, flooded my neck ain’t no fishes in it |
| Two-door, stuffing six bitches in, feet on they neck, I ain’t lifting my shit |
| Just left the bank, almost left with my cashier, took a dub out, |
| finna shop or whatever |
| Took my ho out, finna buy her whatever, whoever she left, she ain’t going back |
| ever |
| Fucking a bitch who was dancing at Arnie’s, seventeen-hundred, I took her to |
| Barney’s |
| Take her to the crib, fuck her to Cardi B, I don’t go out, you can order to eat |
| Trackhawk Hellcat, ordered the seat, black Versace two-chain sneaks |
| Fuck all them niggas, they know they deceased, Glock with the switch, |
| better order the piece |
| All the Chanels get the early release, Naked Famous only with Wheats |
| Fuck it, I ride like I’m Honcho, I know a bitch fucking on rappers for Honchos |
| Counting this money a turn on, first time in a foreign, you couldn’t get it to |
| turn on |
| Yeah, I’ma just fuck with the streets, busting off pills when I fuck her to |
| sleep |
| I’m fucking with niggas who fucking with me, the bitches you cherish ain’t |
| nothing to me |
| And I go eat at the busiest Bee’s |
| Ayy, self made nigga, you witnessing, flooded my neck ain’t no fishes in it |
| Two-door, stuffing six bitches in, feet on they neck, I ain’t lifting my shit |
| Just left the bank, almost left with my cashier, took a dub out, |
| finna shop or whatever |
| Took my ho out, finna buy her whatever, whoever she left, she ain’t going back |
| ever |
| Self made nigga, you witnessing, flooded my neck ain’t no fishes in it |
| Two-door, stuffing six bitches in, feet on they neck, I ain’t lifting my shit |
| Just left the bank, almost left with my cashier, took a dub out, |
| finna shop or whatever |
| Took my ho out, finna buy her whatever, whoever she left, she ain’t going back |
| ever |